Saturday, January 29, 2011

Where are the LeatherWomen?

My contribution to the Leatherati Series -

Where are the Leather Woman?

by Serene
It seems with all the ease of coming out kinkythese days that the traditional Leather Woman has somehow gone the way of the dinosaurs.   However, when I look at the women in my community, I see smiling faces moaning with pleasure.
The landscape would look bleak with the absence of Leatherwomen in the bars.  But what has transpired is an honest to goodnessparadigm shift.  The New Leather Woman has moved to her own digs.  They have formed clubs and created their own kinky self-expression.  Whereas, Leathermen may still socialize in a favorite bar, women have found different ways to meet their needs for kink expression. 
Kinky Women Who Like Kinky Women is a Fetlife.com group that take their seduction strolls in social events and bath houses where they can be pampered and stroll in and out of hot tubs and saunas deliciously eyeing the selection before them.  
“The goal of this group is to create a supportive, friendly space where we can openly express our views, questions, and opinions on bisexuality, sexuality, gender issues, etc., and how they relate to BDSM or "What It Is We Do", understanding that we all do it differently and that that's ok.”  
It is a delicious feast to watch women in their mating dance.  Women preening for each other is very hot.  Clothed they may still look like your sister, mother or neighbor, but when they come together they get stimulated and get off. 
Los Angeles is a haven for the visual and performance artist. Watching New Leather Women at play is a creative delight.  The creative flow of their kink, decorating their bodies or their bottoms with feathered needles, paint, wax or rope.  I recall my friend Shelly commenting, “It’s got to be pretty!” when referring to what gets her off sexually.  Pin Cushion parties are well-lit affairs, where women gather to drink in a room of endorphin rushing from the beautiful medical play.  
Our groups are more diverse than ever before, we have found our kink and we gravitate to it.   I won’t get into the debate of what woman has it best:  the household slut, who is pleased to get her pleasure from use in a male Dominant household.  Or the Domina with a bevy of slaves eager to be called to service her cunt or the Master with her boi attending an AA meeting.  
She is open to new experiences, she delights in whatever kink or fetish that makes her feel beautiful, hot and horny.  You’ll find the New Leather Woman taking up Belly Dancing for her own pleasure, expressing her sexuality with hips undulating as a siren call for pleasure.   
Each woman has found a way of taking care of her needs, as a Leather Women should. And today she finds a myriad of choices.  My Corset Tea Salon is for women who find pleasure in sensual dressing and being in beautiful surroundings.  It is the purposed sensuality of beauty that makes me wet.
The New Leather Woman can enjoy the decadence of an afternoon high tea and shopping for erotic art.  Or the sensual drumming that comes when women let their hair down at a Sensual Dance Party, where Belly, Pole, Fire Poi and Burlesque dancers entertain for seduction.   And the pride we find when we gather our intellectuals on Leather Women Panels to celebrate who we are and how far we’ve come.   
The title-holder role for women was birthed not out of a need to celebrate the bar patrons, but an invitation to women to step up to the bar.  Duff Roberts, producer of the Southern California Leather Woman has charged her titleholders to bring the women’s community together in unique ways.  
Domme Scouts have sprung up to fill a learning gap in the women’s community.  The original Troop 69 back east and in Los Angeles Troop 96, where new Dominas come to learn their kink together, taking on the challenges of earning their badges and sashes in a group setting.  Submissives of both sexes are invited to take up learning as Brownies. 
Female Domme Play Parties are the vision driving one Domina to gather women and men every Friday night of the month throughout Southern California.  Princess has organized thriving parties where every Friday night you know a Fem Dom will be in charge. 
And the professional Domina who takes the time to care for the married or closeted submissive has brought a tradition to the lifestyle that has not been lost on this observer.  The Pro Domme takes her career seriously, continuously developing her professional skills, managing her family and her lifestyle play, existing as the both the fantasy and memory maker on a daily basis.  Without her important contribution as Mistress Hikari of The Dominion says “ we are curbing anarchy and arrogance, by offering a safe private means for licentiousness, while restraining impropriety, debauchery and disorder.”
Thank a Pro Domme anytime a judge, cop or other male in authority goes easy on you.  She has helped him maintain his balance in the vanilla world. 
The promoters of our lives and history have not been forgotten.  TSR Networks, host three weekly shows all hosted by New Leather Women.  Rev Mel hosts the original Monday night Internet show with a goal of “Changing the world one Vanilla at a time.”   And community groups like LADs, Ms. San Diego Leather, and LAFEDS continue to nurture and welcome women into the lifestyle.  
We have found ways of expressing our kinky lives beyond the leather bar or dungeon.   Our lust for play is stronger than ever, and like water we will find our own level and take our own pleasure.  Women still crave the company of those who get us and we will always seek our own way, eventually.   
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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Ah to be 20 again...

In my 20's I just wanted to fuck him.
In my 30's take him home to Momma.
In my 40's I wanted to feed him, but now
In my 50's, I want him to be in his 20's!  

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

SOLD OUT - Already?

What say ye Angelenos?  Are you ready for something different, something to satisfy your senses, your longing for beauty even for a few hours to be bathed in the lovelies that the earth was created for us to simply enjoy.  So I'm grateful to report the Corset Tea Salon is sold out.

I am a firm believer that the planet is simply a waiting station for our own growth.  And once we learn to enjoy it we are closer to getting off the planet.  Which is my life goal.  Celebrate with me the joys and spoils of the planet.

Can't wait to play with you.

Serene

P.S.  If you didn't get a ticket for the Tea Salon, don't sweat it.  There will be other events.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Pound of Flesh, lessons in sexual objectification


Growth itself contains the germ of happiness.

Gé suggested we use a smaller tip marker for our second night of play together in the dungeon.  


It had been 18 months since our last scene together.  Then I gathered eight other women who took turns of play on two men hog tied, laid facing each other and forced to suck each other off, while the women unleashed their unique sadistic natures upon their backsides.  The play was impactful, gathering a tribe of women to exercise their primal urges.

But this year was different, the women each had gone their own way and this year I wanted to orchestrate my own artistic drama.  

“You know I like to bring you the markers for the writing.”  Gé was quick to remind me, that he enjoyed the verbal humiliation play of temporary ink.   His soft French accent made his words hang in the air in front of you, so you could see their richness.  “You know there is a Japanese movie that I saw this couple in.  She used her male partners body as a canvas and then in Japanese wrote erotic poems on his back.  It was so sensual and so beautiful.”

“I want to see that movie.” Gé was smiling.  His 6’2”, shaven head was shaven but he sported a red, squared beard.  His soft round head was a contrast to the angular lines of his chin, easily looking like a round ball sitting neatly on a square peg.

I thought the temporary erotic literary release, was not only a beautiful image but a doable scene. 

When we arrived at the Lair, a North Hollywood lifestyle dungeon space, we broke away to greet old friends before the evening play.

I chatted about the new challenges of living out and the opportunities to celebrate that were now appearing daily.  Joking with friends, “I should of came out when I was 20, when my tits were still perky.”  I laughed at myself over the wasted years of chasing lesser pleasures. 

“Madame Serene” Gé crooned in my ear standing behind me close enough to share his warmth, though the night had already dropped to 55 degrees and he was naked except for his boots.

A hard man is good to find.
“Come let us begin our literary odyssey. I see my muse has a rise."

A man in the house is worth two in the street.

I made a comfortable easel bed for my canvas to recline.  Gé laid down on his back and smiled waiting for direction.  “Do you want to know what I say, or you look at it later?"

“It’s good for me to wait for later.” He closed his eyes and relaxing into the moment. 

"Okay be comfortable then, sleep if you want to, no need to help me, I want to let the markers and the words find their place on your body."  

I began listing my favorite quotes which for the evening resonated with at least two of my lower chakras: 

In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.

A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.

Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.

I praise loudly. I blame softly.

The authors, all my heroes, set forth words that were breadcrumbs to my soul.  Reflections and wisdom beautifully captured like little ghosts of truth.
I let the music from the main room drift softly, buffered along the sounds of laughter by the fire pit and a crying woman releasing her wails in bitter moans that penetrated to the bone.

Sex is emotion in motion.
Colors chose my hand and with the rise and fall of his chest, they called for the words.

I speak two languages, Body and English.

The smell of his skin was a blend of artificial product and sweat.  The slight salt of his skin tickled my tongue and left me with a taste for more.

A man's kiss is his signature.

Heads popped into the room, left unlock but the space carried it’s own air of intimacy and despite the space for more play we were left alone.
Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

I only like two kinds of men, domestic and imported.

Straddling his chest the pens glided across his skin, not pinching, hurting, scratching or biting.  Words fell onto his flesh and their power resonated back into me.  The word became flesh.

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
A body whether it be male or female, brown, beige, ecru or ebony.  It’s alive and beckons.

I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win.

Each words carried the possibility of love lost, taken, given and forgotten. 

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
Ge needed a smoke break and I finished the front of his body enjoying what I put onto flesh and made alive in my memory, my present frame of mind and my desire to finish.

I like restraint, if it doesn't go too far.
I only have 'yes' men around me. Who needs 'no' men?

When we both returned from our breather, I moved Ge onto his stomach and began to feel a need to display the rules -
A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't be in love.

A house is not a home – Polly Adler

I may be kindly, I am ordinarily gentle, but in my line of business I am obliged to will terribly what I will at all.  -Catherine the Great

Catherine always sobers my mind and forces the harder edge up to the surface.  She a woman of forced destiny took her pleasure and owned her world.   She speaks to my lower chakras for power over.

History will be kind to me, because I intend to write it. – Winston Churchill

I once again straddled Gé  and moved over his left leg.  The spot was perfect for stroking and hitting my clit through my Levis.

The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.

The room began to fill with other scenes, joyful and sexual and welcomed to share the space created.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

I lifted and slipped my now engorged clit over the heel of his boot.  And began to write:

The idea of God is the sole wrong…

I dropped my head onto his relax buttock, I wanted to smell his flesh connecting my words, imparting my will if ever so lightly pressed on.  I was enjoying riding his boot, while he lay perfectly still object and palette.

…for which I cannot forgive mankind. -Marquis de Sade

I only grunted to hear and confirm my own pleasure.  That my orgasms are my priority and I take them as I need them, no matter the place, the body, or the frame of mind.

Satisfied I laid down next to Gé and was happily ready for a traditional smoke.  My giddiness though felt out of place as I was a happy little school girl ready to show off my new art work and the recent recess experience of play that made me feel twelve again.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

There ought to be a law Requiring women...!

To ask for what they want sexually. We have no problem saying "Why don't you love me?" What's wrong with me? When are you going to call? etc. etc.

But we often fall short with the "When will I get my orgasms?" And how long will it take you to satisfy me?  I can get off without you, but I want to get off with you.  Asking for what you want gets you there a lot quicker to getting what you want.  My partner always says, "You don't ask, You don't get."

So when I lifted my head from the computer and said "Honey, let's fool around" and he closes the lid on his laptop and smiles at me, I say,  "Good Night Gentle Kinkster,  I'm trying to practice what I preach!"

Monday, January 17, 2011

Help me bring the story of Radical Leather Women to Los Angeles! Chip in and then come see the Women's Leather History Project of the Leather Archives & Museum come to Los Angeles! Domcon LA is our host sponsor for the event, May 18-22nd, at the LAX Hilton.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Wanted: More Sex Time!

Why didn't I run for a title in 1989 when I first heard about the possibility?  I remember the younger Serene didn't need that pesky thing called sleep and got a lot more done in a day!  Today my days are filled with charts, calculators and many, many thoughts about sex, but very little time to act on it!

Shit, FUCK DAMN!  When do I get mine?

Note:  Women - My Fucking LIST is running off in my head like a machine gun!
           Men - I'm too fucking busy, Eat my pussy and go home! 


Okay I'm better.  I do miss the good old Pre-AIDS days of zipless fucks. Now I can't find enough space in the list to say yes!  I didn't give out a lot of home numbers then or now.  And the safety of a dungeon keeps the intimacy issues easily at bay.  Imagine that one.  

Like many of my peers, I am now missing the safety and intimacy of private play.  I yearn for less chatting and more Bare Backing!!

 - Public Disclaimer - I do not condone unsafe sex. -


I just remember a time when all I worried about was the Clap.  

I know,  I am damn lucky to have survived the 80's, and my Survivors Guilt is:

Help those who walk into the dungeons of their own lost natures and starving desires to find their way back again to vanilla ice cream, football and sex.


Do something different this year!  Be your sexy yourself.



Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Playboy Channel Wants YOU!

Playboy TV is currently Casting a Sexy new show for Couples who are looking to spice up their sex life. 

We are looking for all walks of life, ages 21 & Over, Married or Dating Couples, in both committed and open relationships.

Some segments may include Full to Partial Nudity and Sexual situations depending on your comfort level.

Auditions will be held starting next week, if interested please send your contact info and a PG picture of you and your partner to.....

Monday, January 10, 2011

Auction Items are pouring in

People who give a damn are great to be around!

Thanks to the sponsors that have stepped up!  You can see the slideshow of items, (updated daily)











here

Thursday, January 6, 2011

My kind of decadence

Don't these scream eat me?  Who doesn't want to nipple on these delightful little items that will be included in the VIP Swag Bags and a Dozen on the Silent Auction Bar.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Want to hear my erotic stories?

I'll be on Sirius Radio tonight on the Spice Radio on the Playboy Network of course!

Cliterature

Did I mention my Orgasm Recipe for the Busy Woman, got picked up:  Cliterature

There motto:

Click It. Rub It. Read It. Love It.


Can't beat that.

Serene

Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Last Night of 2010

What a treat to celebrate the last night of 2010 seeing friends at three great dungeons in the Los Angeles area.  A beautiful, clear night, champagne and cider flowed along with the good cheer of bringing the year to a close with the people that make our world more livable.  Wishing you all an excellent New Year!
Kane and Dragon grabbing my ass, Lair De Sade
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Master George and Bren, Threshold Society

Jenny, Ivan, Big Daddy and Miss Jenny, Bordello of Decadence